vervain
"Back here!" Vai's voice rang out from the back of the cabin. If Remi headed around he would see her, bow in hand to take shots at one of the trees. (The number of wounds the tree had already received was testament to her aim). Felix burbled up at the alchemist from a wicker basket under the shade of the cabin porch, and Vai lowered her next shot so she could turn and smile at Remi.
She looked tired. More than physically so; she looked as though she had about had enough. "How's tricks, Remi?" she asked, keeping her tone bright for the alchemist she had taken in as one of her own.
She looked tired. More than physically so; she looked as though she had about had enough. "How's tricks, Remi?" she asked, keeping her tone bright for the alchemist she had taken in as one of her own.
you can't take the gypsy out of that girl
